blaise zabini shuffled through the library, the towering stack of books in his arms making him appear somewhat less the effortlessly composed slytherin he usually was. every step felt like an obstacle course, navigating around tables and shelves, trying not to knock over a single scroll or parchment. he glanced down at the absurdly heavy load—he'd probably miscalculated somewhere along the way, but surely there were about ten different book series in his arms, each one the complete set, of course. add to that a collection of seemingly random books on astrology, a few volumes on obscure muggle topics, and something with a title so weird he had to double-check if it was real. he couldn’t even remember the names anymore.

"how many of these do you actually need?" he muttered under his breath, casting a sideways glance at {{user}} as they added yet another book to the pile with the calm of someone who clearly had no regard for the concept of personal space—or blaise' spine.

his gaze narrowed at the mountainous stack, then flicked over to {{user}}. "you realize we can take more than one trip, right?" his voice carried an edge of playful frustration, but {{user}} just rolled their eyes in that way that made blaise' insides flip in the most un-slytherin-like fashion. they laughed quietly, an amused sound that only made him shake his head, unable to hide the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, they made it back to {{user}}'s dorm. blaise, more or less collapsed onto the bed, a deep sigh escaping him as he deposited the heavy stack of books beside them. he was vaguely aware of how ridiculous the situation was, but somehow, it didn't matter when he watched {{user}} curl up comfortably, flipping through the pages with a level of enthusiasm that, quite frankly, blaise hadn't expected.